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Puck Me Hard Heart to Heart
NOAH’S POVI barely heard Imogen through the loudness of the pumping of my heart. My head did jerk towards her but I barely saw her. All I was was him.. Dorian. I tried to fight it, my feelings for him and everything but it was hard when you know you're in deeper than you expected. I wanted to be able to control myself and this was just the prime example that I couldn't, not where he was involved. Three days and seventeen hours. That was how long I tried to be away from him for. I knew down to the second I stopped responding to him. After he sent a video in response to mine, I just.. couldn't. It felt too much. So instead, I turned my attention to my play. I edited and rehearsed with the crew, making changes and trying my damnest best not to yell at anyone as I was pretty frustrated. I had posted the flier on my Instagram but I had not expected him here for promotion. The very person I was avoiding. And now, he was here. And he loves me. He told me he loved me and wanted to be wit
Puck Me Hard Not Enough.
Dorian's first P.O.VAt my words, Noah whimpered and it didn't take long before I felt him stiffen as he came hard in his pants. His whole whole body convulsed, mouth falling open in a breathless moan. It was up there in the hottest things I've ever seen from Noah Carter.I didn’t stop touching him until he cried out from being oversensitive and begging me to stop touching him. When I pulled my hand away from him, Noah sagged against the wall, blinking blearily.“Fuck,” he whispered, bobbing his throat as he swallowed hard.The sight of his Adam's apple sliding up and down his throat sent heat pulsing through me and I groaned, painfully hard myself.I needed to fucking taste him.Gritting my teeth, I slipped my hand under his waistband and dipped my fingers into the sticky mess he'd made in his boxers. Then I brought my fingers to my mouth. I slowly sucked them clean, making sure he saw.He made a noise I couldn’t name, bucking weakly against the wall. His face was flushed and sweaty,
Puck Me Hard Like a Virgin
Dorian's P.O.VImogen’s voice jerked me out of the hurricane in my head.“God, the last time I watched a play was when my cousin did *The Sound of Music* and forgot all the lyrics to *Do-Re-Mi*. He just stood there on stage like a deer in headlights while some other kid had to sing it from the wings. It was so awkward I think my ovaries exploded.”I choked out a laugh, unable to help it, because Imogen was that effortlessly funny. “That’s horrible.”“He was seven, Dorian. I don’t have remorse for children that cocky.”Her aunt snorted beside her. “You *would* beef a child, Imo.”“He started it!” she cried, as we trudged up the steps to the theatre entrance. “Besides, this one better be good. If Noah makes me cry in public, I will personally egg his house.”“You don’t even live there,” I muttered.“I will fly to miami egg his house, and fly back here. That’s how much I commit.”I found myself smirking, even though my chest felt tight. Laughter clung to our group like static as we push
Puck Me Hard The Play
Dorian – First-Person POVNoah didn’t tell me he was back in Minnesota.He didn’t text, didn’t call, didn’t even like one of my stupid stories on Instagram. And yeah, maybe that shouldn't have bothered me as much as it did. But it did. It fucking did.I’d waited four days since our last message—four days since we’d crossed lines we both knew weren’t just digital. He sent me a video. I sent one back. And then… silence.So, yeah, I was pissed.At him. At myself. At this whole... whatever the hell we were doing.But all that anger snapped like brittle ice the moment Coach called me into his office after practice and casually said, “You know Noah Carter’s the reason the NHL scout came to look at you, right?”I remember blinking. Thought I misheard. Thought maybe he was talking about someone else.But no. Coach kept going, oblivious to the way my chest had caved in, like a puck had just been shot through it point-blank.“He recommended you. Told the guy you were more than worth a look. Sai
Puck Me Hard Winning the Contest
Noah I’m going to pass out. Like, fully collapse, headfirst, onto this laminate floor of the theater production office and just let them wheel me away on a gurney. I haven't eaten in six hours and I only drank an iced coffee on an empty stomach because I’ve been too anxious to breathe properly since 7AM. My chest feels tight and my head's buzzing like a mosquito in a jar. Minneapolis is cold as shit, by the way. It’s been a week since I flew in from Miami, and I still can’t believe I’m here. Still can’t believe I said yes to this. And most especially, I still can’t believe I didn’t tell him. Yeah. Dorian. I didn’t tell Dorian I was back in Minnesota. In fact, I’ve been actively avoiding telling Dorian anything since the last time we talked—which was four nights ago—when he texted me “send me one more, I wanna see you hard this time. Make a video stroking it. You're so hot No." And I did. Like a goddamn idiot, I did. I don’t know what the fuck we’re doing, okay? One s
Puck Me Hard Liam Connor
Dorian's P.O.VCoach O’Rourke stepped into the locker room, and like a pack of obedient wolves, the entire team snapped to attention. Helmets off, skates half-laced, conversations midair, it didn't matter what we were all doing, we all quieted and gave the man our attention. "Good to see all your ugly mugs again," Coach said, voice booming like thunder. His gruff tone was the same as always, but there was warmth in it now. The kind of warmth that came after a hard-earned victory."First off, congratulations, boys. You did it and made this school proud. Hell, you made me proud," he said, sweeping a look across the room like a general addressing his soldiers. “That championship win last semester wasn’t just luck. It was your sweat, your blood, your effort. You came together. You bled for one another. That was real teamwork."A few of the boys whooped, clapping sticks against benches, but Coach raised a hand and they fell silent again."But..." His voice lowered a pitch, just enough to
Puck Me Hard Pic of It didn't happen.
DORIAN'S POVMy locker door creaked as I wedged it open with one hand, still damp from the morning mist outside. With the other, I typed out a text, thumb tapping fast.> lmao ur prof said that??? Noah wtf HAHAHAHAThe second I hit send, my screen lit up again. Another reply.> swear on my life. he called the kid "narratively constipated" in front of the whole class.I laughed—really laughed, out loud—and the guy changing two lockers away gave me a look like I’d grown a second head. I didn’t care. It had been two weeks since I got back from Miami, and somehow Noah was still talking to me. Like, really talking. Like he wanted to talk. The friendship thing? Way more fun than I ever expected. It was dangerous how easy it was to fall back into something with him. Even if it was just through a screen.> your life??? i’ve seen your fake ID bro don’t lie like thatMy thumb hovered after I sent it. Then, as if reading my mind, he sent me a text answering my question.> dick. anyway i gotta sh
Puck Me Hard New Year
The next five days with Noah felt like something out of a dream I was terrified to wake up from, blurring into each other like brushstrokes on a paint I didn't dare define. It was five days of pretending the cracks between us didn't exist. Noah and I never crossed the line. No kisses or sex, but I could feel the tension between us burning like coals buried under ash.We wandered through Miami like two idiots discovering the city for the first time. And maybe we were. I mean, neither of us had spent real time here, Noah had just moved less than a month ago and from what Jaxon had told me, Noah wasn't living the house much. As for me, this was my first week here so we treated it like new lovers would; getting to know each other and letting wonder replace awkward silences. Christmas in Miami was warm, sweaty and I wouldn't deny that I really missed the cold and snow of Minnesota. But with Noah beside me, everything felt a little magical.We hit the tourist traps first. Because we were ch
Puck Me Hard Kiss Me, Dorian.
Noah's P.O.VIt took me two hours. Two entire cold, hellish hours in Miami’s glitziest district, where ninety percent of the designer boutiques were either closed for the holidays or by appointment only, and the few open ones were selling garish silk scarves and overpriced tins of cookies that screamed pretentious. But finally, by some miracle, I found the perfect gift. It was silver, understated but elegant. The kind of watch Dorian could wear and not feel like he was trying too hard, but still look like he ran shit. I just hoped he wouldn't be able to tell how expensive it was, because knowing that stubborn Hayes Pride, he'd probably shove it back at me if he did. God, that pride. It drove me up the wall and made my chest ache in equal measure. I'd almost blown a gasket when I saw he'd returned the phone I bought him.Well here's hoping he doesn't notice.I didn’t bother with fancy wrapping and just grabbed the stupid red box with a silver ribbon offered to me from the lady at the
